Quotes About Prey

She watches him, as a cat would watch a mouse.

One can imagine that if humanity suddenly disappeared from the planet, the cat would shrug its shoulders, raise its tail, and return to its forest habitat, there to live as its ancestors have done for two million years, forever in search of something small, furry, and squeaky to play with.

Keep your eye on the prey

All cats old enough to catch thier own prey,gather here under the High Rock for a clan meeting!

Pack pack kill kill

They huddle in the marshes and woods, hiding like prey from the wind and the sun. We live with our tails touching the sky.

Hope is easy, but it catches no prey.

The four Clans will be enemies until the end. And yet we all want the same things: prey to hunt, a safe territory to raise our kits, and peace to share dreams with our ancestors. Why must we hate one another over such simple desires?" —Pinestar to Bluefur Bluestar's Prophecy, page 244

All kits get fevers!" Sandpaw retorted. "With his thick fur, he'll recover in no time. That coat's going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey'll never see him coming, and he'll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail!

Ah, a puny apprentice. Easy prey for Yellowfang

The only fat cat in ThunderClan now was Leopardfoot, whose belly seemed to swell while the other cats grew thinner. Bluepaw watched the mottled warrior, dozing beside the nettle patch in the weak leaf-bare sunshine. Was she secretly eating prey while she hunted? How come she was so plump when every other cat was hollow with hunger? The

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

Bluestar was gnawing a fat pigeon.

Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting.

I wondered about making hunting patrols bring each piece of prey back to camp as soon as they catch it, instead of bringing back a whole day's hunting in one go." "Wouldn't that make hunting harder?" Bristlefrost ventured. Bramblestar narrowed his eyes. "But I worry that, when warriors are out in the forest too long, they forget that Clan rules apply to them.

If wishes were prey, we'd eat like lions come leaf-bare. But we'd die of boredom! You know that's not what the life of the Clans is like. The warrior code guides us through the dark times, the cold and the hunger. And the good times seem all the sweeter for it. Have faith, Bluestar. We'll survive.

Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!

Right, let's see if we've frightened off all the prey in the forest

We can't let other Clans think we're so weak that we allow WindClan to steal our prey!

Speed isn't everything," Stonepelt told her. "A warrior who runs ahead of the prey catches less.

The whole of the forest was theirs, and in their minds, there was a single instinct. "Kill! Kill!

And what does the code tell you to do when you catch prey?" Dewspring asked. His words made Rootpaw think of sinking his teeth into a nice juicy mouse. His jaws watered. "Eat it," he replied.

On the way back to the camp, Rootpaw didn't feel too embarrassed anymore in his father's presence. Tree had caught several pieces of prey. But he realized he would have felt differently if his father had just been sitting there, freezing to death while he pretended to be a bush.

Their minds were filled with green flashes from running through the woods, a mixture of prey-scent and falling leaves and their own fearless pride.